Comments to dorsalslit@hotmail.com. And thanks to all for the helpful remarks so far. This
episode is on the short side, but follows hard upon part three.

COMING OF AGE AT HARVARD. PART FOUR

Sam pushed back until he knelt between my sprawled legs. Reaching down, he swabbed
two fingers over my cum-covered belly, put them to his lips and sucked them clean. Then he ran
his fingers over his hairy stomach, matted with my still-hot cum, and held them to my mouth. I
closed my lips and eyes, licking and sucking the thick jism from each finger in turn.

My cum had tasted pretty good ever since, a couple of years before, I'd discovered I could
get almost half my cock into my mouth. Many a large load had landed in the back of my throat,
and I always swallowed But tonight's cum had a saltier tang, mingling the acrid man-sweat of
both our bodies with Sam's increasingly ruttish aroma. I rubbed a palm on my stomach, then
smeared the jazz on my mouth and chin. Sam was there like a shot, licking me clean, letting me
taste my own cum on his tongue.

Sam's dick had never lost its vigor and, as he rocked back on his heels, it stood stiff
against his belly, glistening with my cum, his own copious precum oozing from its piss-slit. His
pubic bush was clotted and sticky with our mutual juices. I leaned up, reaching for his proud
cock, but he again pushed my hand away and growled. "Ne touche pas, cheri. You will be mine,
but I am not yet yours."

A new feeling, a recognition of his power over my pleasure, shook me and I sank back
onto the pillows. Raising my legs and longing for his tongue at my hole, I pressed my knees
against his strong, densely furred thighs and hips as he kneeled above me. Unsmiling, fixing his
gaze upon me, he took each of his nipples between two fingers of either hand and kneaded them
gently. His cock jerked slowly and rhythmically up and down. Thick, ropy veins bulged from its
shaft. His precum drooled onto my belly. I was rock hard too, flexing my dick in time to his
pulsations.

Now his fingers pulled and twisted his tits as his breathing grew deeper, his body
beginning to blush dark red. I, too, began to massage my nipples while he twisted and pinched
his own tits savagely. "No," he ordered hoarsely. "Touche pas! Lie flat. Don't move."

Sam's eyes blazed through his growing passion, then lost focus. Surprised by his
peremptory demand, I put my arms at my sides and lowered my knees until I lay supine before
him in a position of surrender. Surprised also, but excited, my engorged cock continued to pulse,
unwilled, as it grew painfully larger and redder. My enforced passivity coupled with my
straining dick drove Sam to a higher level of animal lust. His eyes half-closed, he swayed above
me, uttering inarticulate sounds. I made out my name mingled with throaty noises that were
nothing like speech. His nipple torture became more violent as he rocked back and forth in an
ecstacy of sensation.

By now his cockhead was deep purple, a thick mushroom twice its previous size, covered
with gleaming fluids. Leaning forward over me, he supported his weight with his left arm and
grasped his dick in his right hand, enclosing the shaft, smearing and caressing it at first with
tenderness and then with tight urgency. Was he aware of my presence beneath him? I moved a
hand down to my painfully erect cock, and again heard his voice, guttural and barely human.
"NO. Arrete-toi!" And he slapped my hand away violently, breathing hard as he rocked over
me.

A wave of shudders wracked my body, fearful of the animal force roiling above me while
longing to be possessed by it. Sam's hand moved rapidly on his thickened shaft, pausing
occasionally for lubrication from the cum still remaining on my stomach. He spat into his other
hand, then massaged his huge ball sac, tugging and stretching, rubbing the spit into his scrotum.
His cock hand picked up speed as his features grew contorted in passion.

"Pinch my tits. Now. HARD!" His voice was gravel, his jaw slack, his eyes unseeing. I
pulled and twisted them desperately, trying to maintain contact with the rocking figure above me.
His tongue quested about his lips hungrily. "Harder! Now! Oh, Jannot. Please me. Use your
nails." I drove my nails into his body while my legs scissored around his waist and I became
one with his driving motion. His body, suspended over mine, was one dark blush, his sweat
tangling his hair and dripping onto me as he rocked more urgently. His hand was a blur now,
pounding his dick while involuntary thrusts convulsed his body.

He was out of control and barely intelligible, his face a mask of agony. "Mon Jannot.
Mine. Oh cheri. Oh fuck! I can feel it cumming. God. It's cumming from my toes. It's
shooting up my legs. Fuck. It's up my asshole and my balls. Now. Now! Oh, fuck. It's
shooting out my big cock. For you, Jannot. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. All. Over. You." His
thrusting stopped for an instant, and then with a long, long "Unnngh!" he shot his first spurt of
hot jazz into my face. And then more thrusts and more spurts, a second and a third and a seventh
and an eighth, until my face and chest were drenched by his massive load.

My own cock, desperate for release, throbbed just beneath Sam's engorged dick, still
oozing jism. My asshole pulsed in time to my dick, and a thin stream of fluid dribbled from my
piss slit. Sam, gasping for breath, encircled my cock with his fingers, then pressed it to his own
dick while smearing his cum onto my chest and face.. Then, without warning, savagely, I fell
into the most shattering orgasm of my life, vastly more powerful than the last one only minutes
before. My legs and upper body spasmed convulsively, repeatedly, and again jets of hot cum
struck my chest and face, mixing there with Sam's own copious fluids. As I was tossed upright
from the force of my orgasm, Sam, still in a half-kneel, half-crouch between my legs, put his
arms around my shoulders and we clutched together, belly to belly, cock to cock.

Our tongues met, licking the saliva and tears and cum that rolled down our faces. I ran
my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair, and then we clasped our slippery bodies together
again and fell back, half-conscious, upon the hopelessly tangled bed. We lay like that,
speechless, panting like animals, while the room and its warmth and the lamps and our shocked
personalities swam in and out of focus.